Is He God ?

Walking down village, We saw fields lush and green, It was so peaceful, And I couldn't ask for more. My daughter then stood still, Her little eyes intently watching. Her eyes grew wide, Her mouth agape. I ruffled her locks and asked, "What is it, little one?" She said, "Mumma, look. God!" I looked ahead, And saw an old farmer ploughing hard. I asked, "God? Is he God?" My little one was shocked, and said, "He feeds us Mumma, And keeps us alive, He is God, no doubt, but, What made Humans superior to him?" Silence grew in me, She was right.